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Home's not the same. I'm not here for long. I see the sunrise every morning, waking up at 5am. I return home at 11:30pm. I sleep and shower and ride in the car. I hate insurance companies.
Through the eyes of an addict everything’s game, anything not to feel. Drugs, alcohol, sex, more food, no food, blood, sleep, darkness, more money... sever the senses. I thought this world existed solely on the screen, a fabrication of Hollywood. Where did I fall through the rabbit hole? Girls snorting zanies. Wrists that are scarred. Fist fights with babies. Toothpick-thin mommies. Days spent in hospitals. Thirteen-year-old prostitutes. Dominatrix workers. "I'm on parole after almost killing someone." Naivety has layers.
Through the eyes of an addict everything’s game, anything not to feel. Drugs, alcohol, sex, more food, no food, blood, sleep, darkness, more money... sever the senses. I thought this world existed solely on the screen, a fabrication of Hollywood. Where did I fall through the rabbit hole? Girls snorting zanies. Wrists that are scarred. Fist fights with babies. Toothpick-thin mommies. Days spent in hospitals. Thirteen-year-old prostitutes. Dominatrix workers. "I'm on parole after almost killing someone." Naivety has layers.